Title: The Unexpected TaskFandom: Harry PotterPairing: Theodore Nott/Blaise Zabini Rating: 16+Warning: Slash. Angsty, but hopefully not depressingDisclaimer: I don't own anything you recognize. I just like to play with them.

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Title: TorporPairing: TN/BZRating: PG/PG-13Disclaimer: Oh, God I wish. Theo and Blaise in my bed? Nice :>Warnings: Angst. Implied somethingorother ;). Smoking, if that upsets you. A/N: :-S Inspired by a line from Eksteins' Rites of Spring. Thank you to cloudsurfing for the beta. :D Influenced by the Theo/Blaise in both rp_hogwarts and equi_nox, but AU for both. Okay, this is a ridiculous amount of A/N for such a short piece.

He didn’t know how long he’d been out here, mud-caked, out of breath, and wounded. Crabbe (both Junior and Senior) were dead. He had seen Draco and Gregory fall on the wrong end of a flash of chartreuse (was it chartreuse?) light. The last time Pansy was with him, she was delusional, pulling at her robes, babbling incessantly about the trees and the tables in the Potions dungeon. He’d left her. And Blaise…he had not seen Blaise in weeks, months, maybe a lifetime.

His arm throbbed, the Mark calling him back, but where to, he had no idea. Everything was the same now: the burnt houses, the blackened trees, the mud and blood and bones and rot and hair and fleshskintearripblasthexstench…the stench. The smell clung to him, an inescapable thing. Like the Mark. Like the twelve, thirty-eight, fifty-three, eighty-nine, three hundred he’d killed. They would not leave him.

Unlike Blaise, Blaise who he’d not seen in months.

Theodore tripped suddenly. He broke his fall with his arm, pain shooting upwards but not enough, never enough to mask the pain of the Mark. The ground wasn’t as muddy as he thought it would be, perhaps because he’d fallen on something else. Bodies. They were all around him. He thought he should have been used to this by now, but he wasn’t. He never would be and it was too late, too late to change his mind.

Days had passed since he seen someone alive. When would he find a person he didn’t have to kill? He looked down, needing to see what he tripped on, what helped break his fall, and nearly passed out. He couldn’t move.

Title: If His lips are silent, he chatters with his fingertipsAuthor: shikishiPairing: Theodore Nott/ Blaise Zabini Rating: various, this chapter hard R Warnings (for all chapter): evil Slytherin plotting, breathplay, mild bondage, misuse of polyjuice potion, obsessive tendenciesSummary: Theodore wants to see Malfoy tremble in fear before him, but somewhere along the way the plans go awry. Based originally on a prompt for PWP featuring Theodore/Blaise plotting against Malfoy. Disclaimer: I do not own any part of the HP Universe, please see journal for full disclaimer. A/N: This is the first 4 parts of a 6 part series.